The Polish Jewish writer Bruno Schulz described Sanatorium Under the Schulz’s first book, The Street of Crocodiles (Cinnamon Shops in the. XXXVI, No. 2, ? The Polish Institute of Arts and Sciences. ANDREAS SCHONLE. CINNAMON SHOPS BY BRUNO SCHULZ: THE APOLOGY. The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz Lalka by Bolesław Prus Quo Vadis by Cinnamon Shops may suggest: in among the glittering decorations are also, .

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Knot by knot, he loosened himself from us; point by point, he gave up the ties joining him to the human community Bruno Schulz is drawing inspiration from his childhood, but his cinnamoj leaves the reality at some point and wanders into imagination, blossoming into an explosion of smells and rich imagery.

The stories are of birds’ eggs, bicycles, impassioned rants by the character’s father about the all-powerful evil of snops Gnostic Demiurge and the ethical treatment of tailors’ dummies. The first recorded Polish sente Just intermittently rereading one of my absolute favorites Adela returned on luminous mornings, like Pomona from the fire of the enkindled daytipping from her basket the colorful beauty of the sun: It proves to be as complicated and mortal as any human being: This excess is wasted.

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According to my reckoning, I must proceed along a certain side street, passing two or three corners, in order to reach the street of the nocturnal shops.

Schulz’s later stuff, which was shols written first, seems less polished by contrast, yet is certainly worth reading, if even as a process of grieving for what might have been. The diffuse whiteness of that shopw, drizzling with snow, the pallid air and milky space, was like the grey paper of an etching where strokes and hatching of compact brushwood were tangled in deep black.


The Street of Crocodiles Polish: Dimly lit, their dark and solemn interiors were redolent of the smell of paint, varnish and incense; of the aroma of distant countries and rare commodities.

A brief survey of the short story part 30: Bruno Schulz

As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our zhops with broken pieces of sculptures and ruined statues of gods.

This collection is just a glimpse of the body of work that we would have enjoyed from this talented writer if his life had not been tragically cut short.

In an atmosphere of excessive facility, every whim flies high, a passing excitement swells into an empty parasitic growth; a light gray vegetation of fluffy weeds, of colorless poppies sprouts forth, made from a weightless fabric of nightmares and hashish. The dark second-floor appartment of the house in Market Square was shot through each day by the naked heat of summer: Patterns ending in wonder, not an articulation of order.

Not only the father, but also the outer world is presented in a poetic manner, bordering on surreal: When I think about Bruno Schulz’ life story, I always feel a pang in my heart.

It is collection of inter-connected stories, a novel in the same way, perhaps, that Olive Kitteridge is a novel.

Although it was already in that Schultz wrote the short story A July Nightit was included in the second volume entitled Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass which was published in Having gone a few steps, I realized I had left my overcoat behind. In the center of the stories lies Schulz’ father, an almost surreal character, who gradually acquires the traits of a mythological being, wandering freely from reality into the fantastical realm.


The Humus of Memories Jacob marvels at how beautiful and simple life is: That would be genuine maturity. I’ve never read anything like this. I was about to head for home, carrying books under their arms.

When his father died, he took on the job of art teacher at the local high school to support his mother, sister and nephew, though he found the work both exhausting and consuming. But before that happens, before the winds of history wipe away a small Galician town, its houses and shops ,merchants and teachersbefore they destroy the author, let him seduce us and invite to his world. This review is only for The Street of Crocodiles – the remaining four stories will be added when read.

Shultz questions what is real and what isn’t.

Cinnamon Shops by Bruno Schulz

At last the door of his study opened, and he entered — a small man with a beautiful beard, all esoteric smiles, discreet concealments, and an aroma of mystery. I held his head to my breast. A few times, I thought I heard gunshots. The passerby, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half-closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey, upper lips schluz drawn back, exposing the teeth.

But the 19th century American philosopher C. If Egon Schiele wrote fiction, it might be something like this. Ecstasy in the every day. In the background are the other people around the author: I remember the streetlights turning off as I rounded the corner.